the tide keeps bringing me back here. to this quiet little shore where ordinary moments don’t feel so ordinary anymore, where even the smallest pieces of my life can be turned over in the light, softened, smoothed, and made into something worth keeping… like sea glass.
this is where i write so my days don’t slip past me unnoticed. So I’m not just floating in the open water, unanchored and unseen.
i don’t want a life that feels like it’s rushing past me. i want to notice it. to hold onto it. to turn it into stories, into fragments, into something that lingers.
so this is my tidepool of thoughts, my collection of days washed ashore 🐚